Beggars can't be choosers, huh? [ He might not be saying anything about it, but he's definitely noticed that she seems to be getting comfortable against him. ]
It doesn't feel any different to me, but yeah I mean if you wanted to snuggle with cold metal, there's no shortage around.[To make his point he waves his hand in the general direction of the door.
But this? Curling up with Sara isn't so terrible at all. He could certainly stand for it to be warmer, but still. Nate remains silent for a few minutes, tightens his arms around her, hands rubbing up and down her arms as he thinks about getting up and facing the cold. He shivers and sighs.
With a shake of the head and a smile, he finally replies.] Mm I'm feeling pretty cozy right now. Give me a compelling reason to get up and grab it?
( good thing nate's learning a little bit of restraint with that mouth of his — if any of that happened to slip out, sara'd be showing off some of the league of assassins' finest methods of torture. saying the word "snuggle" when he's the one whose hands are making a valiant attempt at warming her up through friction or something like that is already getting him one step closer to that fate, to be honest.
but, you know. he can smile away, ask him silly question. at the end of the day, there is no way that sara lance is going to be getting up from what she's now claimed as her own personal spot. )
Captain's orders, Heywood.
( and don't mind how smug she both looks and sounds about it. )
[ he knows he's tempting fate by being more forward than usual. nate's seen sara in action often enough that there's little doubt left in his mind that she could and would kill him with just her pinky finger if he stepped out of line. it's why he's not completely surprised that she's pulled out what he likes to call her 'captain voice'.
doesn't mean he can't grumble a little bit as he reluctantly slips away from her and the relative warmth of the blankets. ]
Aye aye, Captain.
[ a salute and he's off to rummage through the liquor cabinet. he grabs a dark bottle, label faded and slowly but surely coming unglued at the edges. he pulls the cap off and gives it an experimental sniff. confident that it doesn't smell off, he takes a healthy slug... and promptly coughs.
he makes his way back, offering the bottle to sara before reclaiming his spot beside her and wrapping himself back under the covers. ]
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It doesn't feel any different to me, but yeah I mean if you wanted to snuggle with cold metal, there's no shortage around.[To make his point he waves his hand in the general direction of the door.
But this? Curling up with Sara isn't so terrible at all. He could certainly stand for it to be warmer, but still. Nate remains silent for a few minutes, tightens his arms around her, hands rubbing up and down her arms as he thinks about getting up and facing the cold. He shivers and sighs.
With a shake of the head and a smile, he finally replies.] Mm I'm feeling pretty cozy right now. Give me a compelling reason to get up and grab it?
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but, you know. he can smile away, ask him silly question. at the end of the day, there is no way that sara lance is going to be getting up from what she's now claimed as her own personal spot. )
Captain's orders, Heywood.
( and don't mind how smug she both looks and sounds about it. )
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doesn't mean he can't grumble a little bit as he reluctantly slips away from her and the relative warmth of the blankets. ]
Aye aye, Captain.
[ a salute and he's off to rummage through the liquor cabinet. he grabs a dark bottle, label faded and slowly but surely coming unglued at the edges. he pulls the cap off and gives it an experimental sniff. confident that it doesn't smell off, he takes a healthy slug... and promptly coughs.
he makes his way back, offering the bottle to sara before reclaiming his spot beside her and wrapping himself back under the covers. ]
Strong enough to put hair on your chest.